I believe in memories;
they look so pretty when I sleep.
----

...You can kill me for the lack of updates; I know, I know, and I'm dreadfully sorry- I just haven't had time to update recently.
Especially since the fondly christened Ass Week [...you didn't hear it from me!] happens to be coming up. And after that, our "exciting and highly-anticipated" College Road Run.

Woohoo, what a wonderful world.

Today was fun, though. Incredibly boring at parts, but I survived it-- and I realized, while sitting in class, just how awesome ohfour is. :] We manage to make each laugh every day, without fail-- and it's amazing, really it is.
Today we discovered that Jean's scared stiff of wrists.

...Yeah, y'know those joints that your hands hang from?

Uh huh, those wrists.

She's so paranoid of wrists, my gosh. In fact, it got to THIS level:

Cara: ...*sneaks up behind Jean* ....WRIST.
Jean: 0_0 AAHHH!

Then I attempted to banish any aftereffects of Kat's Emo Hangover by wrapping a special prezzie for her and giving it to her and pretending that some mysterious uncute guy sent it to her. XD LOL. I'm sorry, luv, if you were disappointed. [But I told you he was uncute anyway, so your hopes probably weren't up.]
I AM AN AWESOME ACTRESS. :]]]] She believed me, totally, the darling!
And then like instructed on the wrapping, she opened it at home and realized it was un-uncute, untesteroney ME.

Applause.

...I hope she feels better now, though. <3 Oh, and speaking of Kat; ASH CALLED EDWARD CULLEN SATANIC AND DEMONIC!!!

...Blasphemerrrrrrrrrrr.

How could someone so perfect be demonic? ...It totally isn't his fault that he's a vampire, after all- he didn't go up to Carlisle and go, "Hey, you with the fangs. Bite me."

It just...happened. And thus his hotness was preserved from 1901 onwards and thousands of Cullen fangirls were blessed by his dropdeadgorgeousness; the operative being 'dead'. With 'gorgeous' running a close second.

...Kaushik called me a canoer today. So weirdddd.
Kaushik: So you're a canoer whattttt.
Cara: ...Canoeist.
Kaushik: That's what I said.
Cara: ...Canoeist.
Ash: Like, 'trackist'.
Kaushik: *obviously is immune to sarcasm* What's a trackist?
Cara: Someone who tracks down people.
Kaushik: Oh.

Andand!
Cara: ...My gawwsh, y'all are MCPs!
Kaushik: What's MCP?
Ash: ...Methodist Covenant Primary. (censored in case we get sued)'s name went there, you know.
Kaushik: *registers this information* ...You mean to MCP?
Ash: Yeah.
Cara: It's general knowledge, my gosh, you mean you didn't know?
Kaushik: No. *ponders* ...Whoa, I never knew he went there.
Cara: You didn't know he went to MCP?
Kaushik: No.
Cara: Gosh.

...And he believed me when I said that Maxy was my step-sister, too. XD Funnayyyye; and he makes me feel as if I'm terribly witty.

Next/nextnext week: Resolution Brown-Eyed Boy (?).

Grah.

Bear with me; I KNOW this skin's old and the music's old and I haven't been tagging people; but I swear I'll update EVERYTHING once exams are over.

<3


because we're all searching for something
to take away the pain.
----

FINALLY I update; are y'all happy?
:D ...Kidding, I love you guys, really I do, I've just been really really busy.

So yeah. Updates on my life:
1.I've been appointed as the B Div Canoeing Captain, wooyeah. ...Along with Bryan, so s'all neat. :]
2. We got the MBTI Personality Test results back today. Apparently I'm an INFJ- seeking for meaning, insightful, likes control, committed to own personal values, yadda.
Most people seemed surprised that my results said I'm an Introvert. ...Everyone thought I'd be an Extrovert, ahaha.
I don't really mind, though. Heck, somedays I don't even know WHO I am.
3. I've been getting bullied by ze Evilestestest Older Brother On Earth. [*glares*] ...:D But we're both the shizz, so that's okay. I'm evil too, anyway.

Joshua still calls me the Wonder Woman.
At least he's cut a little slack for the whole Perfect Bitch thing.
Today it was, "Cara, why'd you drop out of Sky High?"

And I'm like.
"....*crickets*..."

He's nice though, and CHEER UP JOSH.
Chin up too, for my kandykoatedKat. <3 Emo's fine, but not as a lifestyle. [Don't let Ash brainwash you!]

btw, dollies.
RELINK.

http://wakeup.to/girlbythewindow

...Awesome redirect url, no?

Lovelove, and always more love.

<3


what you feel is what you are;
and what you are is beautiful.
------

"My life is based on a true story, and I'll be damned if I don't get a Grammy."

... Doesn't everybody just adore family reunions?
I meet new members of my family every year. It's like cell division, really. V.interesting.

This year, I met whatshisname- Christopher, or summat?- at Aunty Happy's house... I think he's Maxy's NJ senior or summat like that; I remember thinking how cool his headphones were the other day. Those big, over the head kinds.
If I ever tried going out in public with headphones like that, I'd be booed out of the busstops.
But by the very virtue of the fact that the both of us were at Aunty Happy's house, I reckon we're probably related, someway or another. My paternal grandmother's probably related to, like, half of Singapore's population; so it wouldn't be all that big of a surprise if we DID turn out to be distant cousins or somethinglikethat.

...Anyway, so I met Lianne and San at Aunty Happy's house. [I think 'Happy' happens to be an incredibly cute name! ...Like, Happy Nicole Neo, or something.] We gossiped muchly, moaned over there being no Haagen Daz icecream this year, and San forgot to bring the chocolate that she promised to give me; so she gave me a CNY-themed chocolate she had snitched from the sweeties table.
Gee thankkkkks, San. I could have helped myself to, like, twenty of those? :P

Fortunately for me, my relatives aren't all that superstitious; 'else I'd have been chased out of every house we visited today.
I can't stand red. ...The only really red clothes I have are a) my NJC P.E attire, b) the National Day 06 shirt, and c) a red Nike halter top I could fit into when I was in primary school.

So guess what interesting new colour I wore today?!

...*snickers*

Ohoh and! I staged Part One of a cyber battle last night, with Ash.
TRACKER VS. CANOEIST, his spikes vs. my paddle.
Hohum, I do wonder who'd have won.

Ash: Mighty spikes of death!
Cara: ...Summoning the cruel waters of Macritchie Reservoir! *hops on one foot and does strange Arwen chant thing*
Ash: o_O I'm not even at Macritchie. HAHAHA.
Cara: ...*explains patiently* Which is why I have to summon the waters.

...See? I'm cleverererer, too. PLUS I can read people's minds; PLUS I have awesome icons! So HA, Ash. :]

It's a pity that practically all the shops outside are closed. ...The ONE occasion when I actually have time to go mosey 'round town, and everywhere outside's a ghosttown. The ONE occasion where I'm not actually broke, and none of the shops are opennnnnnnn.

Ohwell. Take life as it comes and goes, yeah?

Only I don't want my life to go just yet. It's the awesomeness, and I'm not finished living it up.

<3

5:09 PM | 0 comments

Codladh fada, codladh domhain.
Eirigh! Amharc sios, Aldebaran.
Siuil liom rid an realta dearg; Deireadh, deireadh an turas.
Realtod, realtog dearg.
----

Long sleep, deep sleep; rise! Look down, Aldebaran. Walk with me through the red stars; to the end, the end of the journey. Star, red star.

...Somehow that doesn't sound half as nice as it does in Irish Gaelic. :[

Elves don't do homework, I know [they have archery lessons, instead of having to learn about coordinate geometry and logarithims]; but this one has to.
I know, how terribly mortal. *snickers*
Still though, I've been playing Celtic music in the background as I've been working; and it's lovely. If only I was in Ireland! -with far, rolling fields and grey veiled hills and willows whispering like the lyrical praising of a hundred thousand forgotten elves...

...Sometimes I feel as if I should've been born a couple of centuries earlier. I find myself trying to relegate things of the NOW into things that were and have long since passed away; and I reckon I'd do much better in Module 101: The History Of Gondor; as compared to IS1102- Covalent, Ionic and Metallic Bonding in Atoms.

...Amin hiraetha; amin n'rangwa edanea.
Elvenesse; cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'.

If you want to know what that means...ask an Elf. Alternatively, you could ask me- but good luck with that, 'cuz I'm not telling what I said there.
...I'm just feeling mopey now. I can't say I'm feeling homesick; so I'll double up and say I'm mopey.

However. I love my Lothy and my Maxy and my Siren and Av and Cheryl and Shuuu and Clayton and evil Thang and all the beautiful people who frequent my inane yaddlings, kthx.

I'm off, to listen to Adiemus for the 12378978th time.

Im meleth nin. <3

8:58 PM | 0 comments

I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference
between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat;
"Do they collide?" I ask, and you smile, and
Saturn can wait; and the stereo, it dances between us.
----

"...Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do; than by the things you did."
...And that, coming from Mark Twain; thank you, Master Twain, brilliant answer- [did you hear that, class?] - you can take a seat now.

Twenty years from now, I probably won't remember today. ...Butttt right now, I'm feeling kinduv really dissatisfied with myself.
I took a K2 with Joseph/Heng Yang t'day; and oh gosh, I never knew it was so hard to balance properly.
...I mean, how difficult can it be to stay upright, right?

...Wrong. My balance was well and truly cringe-worthy [maybe I have a balance deficit gene!]; and although I made sure I was pulling long, hard strokes- that same sense of accomplishment just wasn't there.

Especially since we capsized oh, like, twice.
And as if that wasn't sad enough; I capped in a really lame way, too.

CAPSIZE 1:
Cara: *notices boat ahead of us making a neat turn* ...Hey, how come Emily's boat can turn so...

*SPLOOSH.*

CAPSIZE 2:
Cara: *climbs back into boat, by now absolutely sopping with reservoir water* ...Oh man, I'm sorry for capping! I promise I won't-

*SPLOOSH.*

...Oh gawww, could there possibly be a more unglam way to cap? Please, somebody thwack me over the head with a paddle.

A big thankyou and apology goes out to Joseph and, of course, our rescuers. ...I feel bad now since y'all had to do extra pushups 'cuz of the cap. ...I promise I'll do my fair share, though- just because I'm a junior doesn't mean I only have to do 50. I'll do 150 situps after this post; promise.

Annnyway. Moving on.
V.Day's tomorrow! :] Not, of course, that there's anything really speshul about it. I don't plan to celebrate V.Day that way, kthxverymuch. Tomorrow, though, I shall be the Merci [yes, I bought Merci chocolates!] fairy and go around sharing the love and chocolate kisses.

I've half a mind to ask a random body to be my booby Valentine. ...Not a real Valentine, naturally, after all- we all know Edward Cullen doesn't live in Singapore. ...I reckon it'd be fun to have a pretend Valentine, though. Just for teasing's sake.

I think I'll ask my teddy if he wants to be my Valentine.

...Oh wait. No, my iPod. 'Cuz if I ask Teddy then my iPod'll be jealous and then he might walk out on me and we all know I'd die without my music.

...Take care, m'loves. Ignore tomorrow if it happens to suck- after all, we all know it's just a cliched, commercialized Hallmark gimmick.
But if tomorrow happens to rock awesomely for you; then yay you and may you be blessed with manymany roses and chocolate cornflakes.

<3

6:05 PM | 0 comments

We, the people, fight for our existence;
We don't claim to be perfect, but we're free.
We dream our dreams alone, with no resistance;
Fading like the stars we wish to be.
----

My darhlin' big sister is worrying that I'm overworking myself.
How sweet, I feel extraordinarily loved. :] ... Still, it's not as if I actually have any control over how busy I am.
I can just imagine what the general reaction would be if I asked for a cutdown on trainings...and- surprise, surprise!- it would not be pretty.

I'm convinced that Van's a Maestro of words. She hit the nail right on its pretty, blue-eyed, dark-haired, football-playing head.
Mmyeah, Austin is deeeelectable. Even my sister agrees. [and she being a prepubescent cheerleader, that does count for a ton, y'know.] NOW I remember who he reminds me of. He looks almost eggsactly [if not more ahdorable] than Sean Faris. ...Go Google for pictures. Or alternatively, Youtube for "Sean Faris".
As a matter of fact, I'm getting my long overdue LAWKI [Life As We Know It!!!] fix right as I type this. ...And naturally, a Sean Faris/Austin fix goes along with that, too.

Dino: Hey, what if Ben's gay?
Jonathan: *snicker* ...Bengay.

Ben: [frustrated when all the girls are coming on to him when he's already attached to his Math teacher (I know. Ew.)] ...What am I, in season?

Who needs a vamp when you've got a quarterback, right?
[And Kat. I need your help, hun, to implement ze plannn!]
[...that is, if I really consider doing it. 'Cuz, after all, it might just backfire in my pretty face. :D]

...I kinduv [no, make that REAAAAALLY] miss my girls from 2G.
I mean- who wouldn't? They're awesome. Plus, I kinduv miss all the teasing about dark haired, green-eyed creatures. ;D
NJ's awesome, but sometimes it just isn't the same.
Which reminds me; the other day I slipped up again. I.E this is me, popping up in Serene, QL, Yan and Jean's face and squealing, " I love green hair and dark eyes!!"

...Mortifying. ...Dya reckon they have dating services for vegetables? I might consider hooking a suave piece of broccoli for my V.Day date, booyeah, that'd be hot.

And anon, btw. ...You might consider leaving your name- since it's already totally obvious who you are.
Oh, and yeah. I forgot to mention that I already know what you're thinking of telling me.
...Did I mention? I'm psychic.
[Psychic and wunnerful- could it possibly get any more unfair?!]

Speaking of strange...
...Now I'm wondering how different it'd be, if I was in America right now. [Which, just last year, was an imminent possibility.]
Let's see. I doubt I'd be in -what, Cupertino High School's canoeing team- ? I'd probably in, oh I dunno, the drama society or summat. Which is fine by me yeah; j'adore dramahhhhh.
Still, though, the canoeing team here has changed me. I can tell. [duh, after all, it IS myself that we're talking about here.] It's taught me to start loving myself and stop making excuses and just go all out.

...If I was in America AND the drama club- what could I learn? ... How to snag the role of Juliet [along with that mega hottie playing Romeo]? ...How to avoid the poor delusioned darhlin' trying t'get some?

...See what I mean? I'm glad I stayed.
Because I am happy here.

I have awesome friends, a terrific team, a supportive family, a rocking exercise regime and a century-old vampire.
[Well, not yet, for the latter. But I will soon, I swear!]

And besides. With Singapore having such a small population an' all- ONE less awesome person would make it that much less awesome.

<3

11:43 PM | 0 comments

Here I am,
You don't have to worry, I can see your tears
I'll be there in a hurry when you call
Friends are there to catch you when you fall
Here's my shoulder; you can lean on me.
----

...Sadly, if I try to fall now [like it says in the quote]; the only thing that's gunna catch me is- unfortunately- the floor.
...Aand maybe the corner of the computer desk, on my way down.

So that's a no-go, then.

I am dead tired.
We had ballgames for morning training, intensive-type ballgames for P.E; and then I rushed to canoeing training; and then rushedddddd to worship practice. And all the while my stomach was hurting awfully; 'cuz I had forgotten that I wouldn't have time to eat before canoeing, and I had only ingested fruits and a measly bottle of measly 100plus.
...Which lasted me 'til after ten at night; I had a light supper, but my stomach started protesting and hurting so much more because of the food, and then in the end I couldn't keep all of it down anyway. :/

[And yes, I know children are starving in Africa/Pakistan/India/countryofchoice here...but it's not as if I could help it, y'know. Try talking to your gut and just see if it actually listens to you!]

Training today was good, though. I took a K2 with Mr.Yong; which was freaky at first because I was already dead before training started, and I was wondering just how much MORE dead I could get. [predicted that I'd probably be undead by the time training ended]
Surprisingly, though; it turned out to be quite an accomplishment. It was my 2nd time on a K2, and Mr.Yong hadn't taken a K out for some time...but the both of us diddddddd it. :] It really helped raise my confidence in myself and my canoeing abilities(?) yeah, and when Mr.Yong commented that "if the juniors had been here today and had watched our boat; they would have learnt a lot about canoeing"...I dunno. It just made me feel like whacking everysingletrainingsession.

...Which, of course, is what I should do.
But that's besides the point- the point being that it was a rad learning curve for me, and I told Mr.Yong [when he commended me in the boat] that it was mainly 'cuz I have had such great seniors, so's. :] Thank you, seniors.

...And Austin.
I know y'all are dyyyying to hear about him. [the girls, in any case.]
Okay.
If you've watched "Yours, Mine, and Ours"; there's this dark-haired teenage guy [not Josh] who acts as the son of the dad. YOU KNOW. That dark-eyed, dark-haired hottie. [...the son, not the dad.]
...Now add a Brentwood High School football shirt to that, and blue eyes...and walla. Instant Austin.
We met when I was holidaying with my family in Phuket. He was playing pool in the Kids' Club with some random Irish doods; and then the hotel tennis coach goes, "Hey, Austin. Whydoncha teach this young lady how to play pool as well?"

And Austin looks at me, grins, and goes, "Yeah, 'kay."
So we play pool, and stuff... although technically, he was the only one playing the pool. I was just poking the stick around the green fluff and hitting all the balls I shouldn't hit.
And after a rather one-sided game of pool between us two [he ended up having to do most of my turns for me...against himself]; we decide to go mosey around the hotel.

...So yeah, we did. For an entire day. We talked and walked and played in the sea and drew sand-pictures; and he met my mum. [who, unfortunately, was having a beach massage at the time.]

I had my fair share of embarrassing moments, too. Like when we waded out of the sea eventually, and I discovered that my skirt WOULD insist on constantly riding downwards. Then I made him hold my handbag and he walked me back to the room so's I could change into cargos... we wait outside my room for aggggges, waiting for my parents to come back from the pool and unlock the door for us.
...Twenty minutes later, we discover that my entire family was inside all along and the door was already unlocked anyway. Slap me, please!

Mmyes. When it comes to Austin, it's terribly easy to get dazzled. Much like Bella and Edward, hee. ...Seriously, I was watching him talk [he was sitting with his back to the sun]; and I swear his eyes looked like the sky. Seriously, they were just THAT blue, and I'm dead jealous.

...I'm not sure if that answers all the questions about Austin. If not, I'll update more another time; and cross my fingers and hope he nevereverever stumbles upon this blog.

I'm off now, loves. I must hit the sack- training tomorrow. ...Le sharpintakeofbreath.

<3

6:52 PM | 0 comments

And I've learnt that it's okay to let yourself go;
as long as you can get yourself back.
----

I've noticed a particular trend in my posts.

They're getting more boring by the day. Urk. I'm being attacked by the Help-We-Have-Nothing-Worthwhile-To-Blog-About bug.

If YOU or any of your loved ones has shown symptoms of this deadly affliction, pick up the nearest phone and dial 1800-BITTEN-BY-THE-BUG immediately.

...So yeah. T'day Maxy, Jean and I went jogging in the morning. Apparently Gero says I'm sortuv like a junior IC for the IP1 canoeists, so that's neat...and I figured we all needta work on our fitness.
So it was into our jogging shorts for us, and onto the road.
We jogged from NJ to...Raffles Town Club, I think? Jean estimates we ran 7-8km, but I'm not so sure.
In any case, I'm happy. Exercise for today: COMPLETED.

It's strange how I can run a supposed 7km, and still be afraid of the 2.4 km practice during P.E [gah!] tomorrow.
It's weird how I can canoe 22 km during a marathon and still get zonked after a normal canoeing training.

Eerk.

Anyway, so yes. I had some free time today; so after homework, UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYES OF MY LITTLE BROTHER, I went online and started surfing ze big wild worldwide web. [Oooohhh.]
...Aaand I found Austin's name! It was on the Freshmen homepage for the Brentwood Bruins [his high school's football team], and his name was there. There wasn't any picture though, which kinduv really sucked.

Still, I needed that. ...Just to convince myself that he's real; that somewhere somehow he's living and breathing and going about his own terrific life; and that he wasn't a figment of my imagination.

Come to think of it- he reminds me of Edward.

[...Edward!!!]

And mhm, I'm not gunna yaddle on about his incredibly good looks yet, but I do miss him.
Boo.
And I will never fully recover from the fact that he thought I only ever listen to cheesy HSM songs and Avril Lavigne songs and songs by The Veronicas. ...It totally wasn't my fault that I hadn't had time to upload ALL my songs onto my then-Zen.

But zomgawwwwww. Avril Lavignnnnnnnne. He probably thought I needed to get my ears syringed or something.
And it's not as if Sharpay's rendition of "What I've Been Looking For" portrays an extremely sophisticated image, either.

But still. I'll talk about him more, another time.

He's my own Edward. <3

[/edit]

...I've just realized how awfully taxing tomorrow's gunna be.
Want a breakdown of my incredibly easygoing day?

1. Morning training.
2. School starts.
3. P.E [...help!]
4. Canoeing training.
5. No time for dinner!
6. Worship practice.
7. Rush home before I get caught for staying out past the curfew or something.

...Dy'all reckon the pharmacy sells Wonder Woman pills?

<3

5:29 PM | 0 comments

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow,
Watched stars crash down into the sea.
----

Sorry, loves, for the lack of updates. I've just been busy- and terribly so, too.

I never knew vampires could be so irresistable.

Jean and I were talking about the randomest things today, when the both of us went to get our passports done. I said she looks like the kind who'll marry some Aussie dude [tan and bleached hair!] and windsurf off into the sunset, tralala, and they lived happily ever after.
She said I look like the kind who'll date some kinduv punk rocker.

...Umm. Gee, thanks, I guess?

But no dudes with shaves and chains for me, thanks. Give me Edward and his Debussy any time.
[Although I'd probably have to wrestle him from the possessive(!) arms of Audd and Shu and, possibly, Van.]
Jean finds it eggstremely amusing that I'm obsessed with a century-old vampire.

I find it even more so, that she's obsessed with a prepubescent, 1.3 m tall anime character with big hair. :/
WHO HAS A FUNNY NAME LIKE HIS-SHOE-SOMETHINGOROTHER.

So there.

It's funny, though. Our class has taken to labelling different people as different kinds of mythological creatures.
As of now; we have
1. A siren [Kat. Who else, really?]
2. A centaur
3. A pixie
4. A martian
5. A fairy
6. An...Ent.
7. A leprechaun
8. A werewolf
9. A brownie. [Although Jean, after discovering that brownies apparently have flat faces with pinholes for nostrils and are also more commonly known by the flattering alias of 'household goblins', has been vehemently denying her Brownie heritage.]

...It gets a little more confusing when it comes to me, though.
Sometimes Kat says I look like a pirate, or an elf, or a piratey-elf; and other people say I look like an Elf; and today we had this strange conversation: [We were talking about sweet beverages.]

Qiu Lin: I taste nice!
Jean: I wonder how QL's blood tastes, yeah.
QL: ...It tastes sweeeeet.
Jean: You'd better be careful of Cara and Kat, they just might agree.
Silence.
Aaand then everyone turns and looks at me.
QL: Omigosh, look at Cara- her eyes...she looks like she's hungry for my blood.

Urk.
Was it THAT obvious, now?

[...Kidding.
Fortunately.]

Ohgosh, and now it's back to the mundanity of MUGGING! for me.

Too bad for QL, though.
I don't drink leprechauns' blood.

<3

10:46 PM | 0 comments

darling dear;
who cares what they say?
----

I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard, so this shall be short and succint.

Yes, hunnehs; I'm alive, I'm well, I've got a job and I'm doing fine. No, I haven't died off yet- so you can stop eyeing my iPod.
Because he's mine.

Today I felt awful at one point.
Mhm. That feeling; hello, old friend.
The kind of feeling where you just put down your head and crack, just a little; but barely enough for anyone to notice.
And then you blink back the despair, look up, smile; and the world will never notice that you're a little worse for wear.

...Works every time.

...Meh. Yes, you should be able to tell by now that I've been hit by the LATE NIGHT BLUES. [not to be confused with the PMS blues]- and gaw I AM DEAD TIRED.
I have no momentum to continue typing randomly, hoho.
Friction is overcoming(!) me.
I shall move back into my natural state: rest and into a state of inertia, oh glee.

I hope I dream tonight. I hope I remember my dreams tonight.

It gets lonely without them.

<3